"The Light is a beautiful thing, a privilege. One that so many will never experience the way you and I do.

"Why are we so lucky? Many ask, but there's never an answer. I prefer to think about why so many are unlucky, passed up for the privilege which you and I take for granted.

"How many times have I died? How many second chances at life have I been given? I can scarcely count. Yet so many live with the knowledge that they only get one.

"If you're hoping for a message, a point. I'm afraid I don't have one. It feels wrong, but it is."